I slept through till five o’clock this morning which
was something of a result. I then made the schoolboy error of going to the loo
only to come back to find dogs in what had been my warm space. I eventually
folded myself around then and dozed on and off for another hour or so.
I made toast and had my usual look at the Internet as
I do. It was rather quiet this morning. No one was picking fights over trivia,
no one was demanding that their imaginary god could have another person’s
imaginary god in a fight. No one was having a birthday…
I had some emails. People had been looking for my
geocaches in Kings Wood and elsewhere yesterday. Those who’ve not been playing
the game for that long were rather effusive in their written logs. Those who
are amongst the country’s top finders weren’t quite so. I’d like to think they
didn’t mean to be quite as rude as they appeared to be in what they’d written.
I thought about sending then a snarky message, but
thought better of doing so.
I took the dogs up to the woods. As I drove the
pundits on the radio were talking about the Falklands war of 1982. Apparently
the next game that the England football team will play in the ongoing World Cup
is against the Argentinian team, and a whole load of bad feeling has been
stirred up.
We got to the woods and had a good walk. We didn’t see
any normal people, we didn’t go in any swamps.
We replaced two geocaches that had been reported as
being missing (as they were). We took a different route to our usual
one. Being a warmer day I deliberately took the dogs on a shorter route… it was
only about a quarter of a mile shorter according to my mapping app. I would
have said a whole mile shorter – shows what I know.
I came home and harvested an epic crop of dog dung,
cleaned out the fish pond filter, voomed round with the bionic burner, then had
a little look at some of my Wherigos. A Wherigo is a special sort of geocache
in which you play a little game on your phone (which I write) before
being told where to find the actual geocache. Sadly a lot of people use cheat
software to rip into the coding of what I’ve written to get the location
without playing the game. So I’ve started writing Wherigos containing pictures
giving fake locations. These pictures never appear when playing the actual game
properly, but do appear when you use the cheat software.
I’ve had several people messaging me saying that they
can’t find my Wherigos, and when I ask what co-ordinates they’ve got they give
me the fake co-ordinates that I’ve set to catch them out. And then they try to
pretend they haven’t been cheating…
I Munzed, Wordled from “cheat” to “stout”
in four goes, and then sat by the pond reading “The Kraken Wakes”. Or I
tried to. I found myself rather engrossed in the antics of the pigeons. Having
spent a load of time, effort and money setting up a splash-aerator-ornamental-fish
thingy it would seem that the pigeons are using it as a water fountain so that
they can get a drink. I’m not complaining though; they do far less damage when
they stand and drink from that than when they try to stand on the floating
baskets and capsize the lot. Which they also tried to do this afternoon.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pizza and chips and then went bowling. I cracked on with the ironing whilst
watching something on Netflix. “Unchosen” is about a
young woman struggling with being a part of a crackpot religious sect.
Being very wrapped up in crackpot religion when
younger, that could so easily have been me.
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